You are a lonely lily,
lost in a barren field
like a child lost in their favourite book.
You are a wonderous, wise whale,
spouting your words
like an erupting volcano.
You are the smell of the morning breeze,
filling up our lungs.
You are the sound of a music note,
ready to be played.
You are the memory of a first birthday,
enjoyable, joyful and exciting.
You are the distance between
Mum’s cookies and Grandma’s cabbage.
You are in our head
like a catchy tune.
You are the beginning.